Moongirlpaula (I'm a Na'vi native)

Sunday, June 27, 2010

What can I say? He wasn't there today. I looked everywhere. Has he gone? Forever? Not even a hint of that maniacal driver could be seen. But that's his modus operandi. He disappears and then suddenly appears out of nowhere, dive bombs me in a new car, scaring the jelly jiving life out of me. Still I'm grateful for days like this, days when I can lay back like a banana lounge and enjoy the peace and quiet.

The white car has been parked several houses down the street for the past few weeks. He sits there for hours staring down the street at my house. He leaves fast food wrappers in the street’s gutters after he leaves. I don’t know which aggravates me more, that he is spying on me or that he is a slovenly pig. He makes me angry. I can’t settle down and relax at home whilst I know he is out there watching. Is he stalking me? Is he planning to attack me?

Friday, June 25, 2010

When I woke this morning at about 1.30am, there was a deathly silence echoing in my ears. Posse, my dog, had retreated to the ensuite bathroom. I found him trying to blend in with the black and white floor tiles in the corner of the room. It was like looking at one of those magic pictures with all the dots. At first you only see dots, but after squinting you see the actual picture in the dots. I squinted and there he was, Posse, hidden in the dots. That’s where he went when a thunder storm was on the way. They terrified him. I checked through the bedroom window and spotted a distant flash of lighting. He always knew long before me that a storm was coming.

Later this morning Posse stayed safely hidden in the black and white maze of the checkered ensuite bathroom floor, whilst I went about my housework. It was one of those quiet mornings, that is, except for the occasional crack of lightning and the distant roar of thunder. ....
I could see the familiar white car parked further down the street, the car with the man who sat watching me, day in and day out. The usual fast food wrappers lay clogging up the gutters beside his car, which indicated to me, he had been there all night. He had been watching me all night. That infuriated me. I wanted him to go. I wanted him dead.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

He's devilishly smart and clever. He sneaks up on me when I least expect it. Today my eyes were peeled like crisp Fuji apples as I drove along the familiar roads, headed for home. My mind was clear, my objective simple, avoid my arch enemy (THE ROAD DEMON) at all costs. A black demon car with "P" plates overtook me on a bend. I thought it was him. My hands straddled the steering wheel as I prepared for his next move. I was almost disappointed when nothing happened. Suddenly a red car in front of the black "P" plater started swaying across the road, like a drunken sailor, back and forth, back and forth. Was it him? I couldn't see well enough, the black car was in the way. He's playing games with me, I thought to myself as the nerves in my face twitched in tune to the hum of my engine. I must not become complacent. He is out there somewhere, watching and waiting. Till next time I bid you "eyb dooG".

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I was waiting at a red light this afternoon. The light turned green so I shifted gear into first, then I gently pressed the accelerator and started to move forward. Then suddenly he was right there in front of me again. Furiously spinning that steering wheel and turning his car across the lane in front of me. I could see by the look in his eyes he knew I had right of way, but he ignored me as though I was a bug being squashed on his windscreen. It's the first time I've gotten a good look at him. He was a big bullish man, with a big head. He was driving a White Ford Sedan today. How the heck can I avoid him when he keeps changing cars. In hindsight I thought maybe I should have slammed right into him, made him pay for doing the wrong thing. But as usual I left the scene with a gaping mouth void of words and eyeballs glazed in shock.

This afternoon, he was driving a dark coloured 4 wheel drive. He indicated left and pulled over to the curb. Then just as I was about to pass him, he suddenly, without any warning, sped back out in front of me, feverishly spinning his steering wheel and completing a U-turn two cat's whiskers in front of my car.

In hindsight, I suppose I could have followed him, given chase, abused him, become a road rager, but instead I drove on with an open mouth void of words and eyes widened in shock. I knew he would return. The next time it will be a different car, but I'll know it's him by his wild and reckless driving.

About Me

Artist/writer-author/short-film maker/jewellery designer/dancer/dreamer
I have an unusually warped sense of humour. I laugh at irony and most people don't understand that type of humour. I am the solitary person laughing out loud in a theatre filled with people who aren't laughing because they can't see the irony.